Recess is a fun time of day when the students finally get a break from the boring brick walls surrounding them. It apparently is also a time of day when wrestling matches ensue. Or at least in one case:
There I was standing on the Basketball Court watching the third grade doubble dribble, travel, and BICKER. The ball was thrown out of play and the next thing I know there is a rough and tough kid barreling toward one of his fellow ball players. George* and Bob* apparently had a little disagreement over a foul, so George, shorter, but stronger turned into a bull about to gorge his matador. Bob tried to be reasonable and turned around to talk about the issue when he received a slap in the face.
Oh, boys will be boys.
Meanwhile I was screaming and running after the two to get them off one another. Did they pay me any heed? Of course not. Although I believe Bob was pretty tired of George's punches, yet my screaming and threatening for "green slips" was to no avail. I got closer and closer, and considered:
Should I really involve myself in this? What if they turned on me? I am in a delicate condition.
It took one final demand of "YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF RIGHT NOW, INTO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE...BOTH OF YOU NOW!" and George picked Bob right up off the ground a body slammed him onto the grass, then it was over.
It was quite the eventful recess and to top it off George did yell back to me some sort of obscenity that only made me chuckle, "I's sorry you feel that way. NOW GET IN THE OFFICE!!!"
Mean old Mrs. Bliss!
